Farewell

Warning: This song contains themes of self-harm and suicide, please read with caution. If you are having suicidal thoughts please seek help and/or call 1-800-273-8255.

Years before, he was just some happy kid

That used to smile, showing his precious white teeth

Sold his smile to the depression, precocious as it is

Now, here is where his depressive story begins

"I don't wanna breathe..." That's what he told me

The more he said it, the more I wished it were just a dream

Even though I knew it, I knew he was saying the truth

I just couldn't believe him, that was being too crude

Numbness in a world full of black and white

No colors, no happiness in his sight

Don't you see it? Don't you see it in his dead eyes?

He figured out he could never feel alright

He was the one who wished to be erased

So he would've never been born to be a disgrace

For him dying maybe meant going to a better place

Guess what? He desired being victim of a coup de grace

(Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate

Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight

Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain

Everyone, and everything were being his life's bane

Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate

Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight

Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain

Everyone, and everything were being his life's bane)

As he wrote the letter, he started to cry

"Don't you worry", he said, "it's only your life"

Ended his letter, he grabbed his knife

Cut himself in his arm, writing "Goodbye"

Prepared everything before night came by

He took the rope and hung it real tight

He stood on the chair and looked up at the moon

Thought about everything his mind had already consumed

As he did this he was going out of the path

Just blinded by this uncontrollable internal wrath

Crying he is now taking his last breath

But he knows shortly he will finally be dead

As he kicks the chair he knows, now there's no escape

But in his mind he has escaped from this damn race

"Now I won't worry about being a waste of space"

And as he thought that, he had a smile on his face

(Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate

Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight

Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain

Everyone, and everything were being his life's bane

Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate

Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight

Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain

Everyone, and everything were being his life's bane)

Some hours later we burst open the door

We saw something hanging, looking down to the floor

His hands, from his nails wouldn't stop pouring blood

How can we forget about everything we just saw?

As I opened the letter I started reading it with care

"If you read this, most probably I'll be already dead

Thank you for everything, thank you because you cared

Now there's no reason to be sad... Farewell"